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UYANA

The world of UYANA

Snow, fire and the endless steppe. Walk through the places and spirits of her songs.

Her story is legend: these places and spirits belong to her songs, not to history books.

Far in the north, where the Mongolian steppe meets the Siberian taiga, winter lasts most of the year and the old songs sleep under the snow. UYANA is the girl who woke them.

UYANA sitting on a carved wooden throne in the snow at sunset, wild horses walking behind her
  1. The Awakening

    The land has slept under the snow for a thousand years. Her drum calls it awake, and she sings her own name like a spell.

    Uyana · The Awakening
  2. The Snow Taiga

    However far she travels, the snowy forest, her mother's song by the fire and the river keep calling her back home.

    Tsasan Taiga · Snow Taiga
  3. The Endless Steppe

    The endless steppe calls her back the way her mother's voice once did.

    Mönkh Tal · The Endless Steppe
  4. The Eternal Sky

    A joyful dance song for Tenger, the eternal blue sky that people on the steppe have honored for centuries.

    Tenger · Eternal Sky
  5. The Wind

    A duet between UYANA and a deep male voice, the wind of the steppe. Two people far apart, carried together by one song.

    Salkhiny Duu · Song of the Wind
  6. The Eagle

    Her horse runs across the steppe, her eagle flies above the mountains, and nobody can catch her.

    Bürged · The Eagle
  7. The Black Wolf

    On the steppe the wolf stands for courage. A thousand horses gallop, the earth shakes, and nobody runs.

    Khar Chono · Black Wolf
  8. The Drum

    Close your eyes, circle the fire and let the drum carry you away.

    Khengereg · The Drum
  9. The Circle

    Light the fire, take each other's hands and move together in one big circle under the moon.

    Yokhor · The Circle Dance
  10. The Moon

    The daughter of the moon keeps singing for them, alone in the snow, and her tears turn into stars.

    Sarny Okhin · Daughter of the Moon
  11. The Ancestors

    Their song is still in the wind, and their blood is in her veins.

    Övög Deedes · The Ancestors